Taco Hemingway - Anja

It was clear, that this rap game is gonna change me
Once I talk to someone, I think all the time about
how to put choruses together
So I don't leave my house, and I still order Meltemi
I'm chewing squid, they call from logo Gala
Kamark from Interia
This whole industry makes me sick
it's Galimatias who's great
Though on other hand a wonder that Anja
finally follows me
I bare my fangs anyawy, rappers are a bunch of bears
They want to teach you how to live
none of them set an example
No, no, no, no these thoughts will consume me soon
This individual's cult is tiresome, and your mate
is lying too
They tell you not to trust media,
but they spread bullshit themselves
I swear I'll be a legend, they don't know it yet
He hasn't gotten a memo, he hasn't gotten a memo yet,
I like to drown my sorrows, pour another shot
I could've white Benz, still a white veil in my dreams
Though on that wedding veil isn't only
white thing unfortunately

I drown out my thoughts again, 'cause music
is always on
I wish they didn't ask me what I'm listening to,
but how do I do
Generation of my fans is plunged in drugs
When something's going on it's either wedding
or funeral
Either wedding or funeral
Either wedding or funeral
That generation talks a lot and asks little
When something's going on, it's either wedding
or funeral

Actually I don't know, what we're doing here,
we got different plans every half hour
I wasn't supposed to drink at all tonight, but I have to
it's my bro's birthday
I have good excuses again, I break this word,
I don't do crosswords
Bartender next to us, cools these glasses
I say "no, it's cool" he says ' bro don't blaspheme'
And I have a spine of cotton
Society and their demands pain me
And I got an impression, this masculine code is falling
Girls want love, man, not bling from Prada
No, no, no, no, no they're imprisoned in dream
They wanted 'I love you', and 'Te amo' then
they wanted 'Je t'aime'
They want to have perfect love as they saw in France
Though again there're small chances
for them to see these lyrics
I make this verse for them, I make this verse for them
Because in fact I pity everyone who believes in flex
Don't believe in smiles of people
that are still overflowing from pics
I hope it helps you, as I confide in of my depression too

In fact why do you need a luck for, you
don't care about it
Everyone chatters and follows who's poor, who's rich
I'll write my will in a poem and put it in a drawer
Life will give you two presents: first envelope,
then flowers
then flowers
then flowers
My generation doesn't want to listen to your good advice
Life will give you two presents: first envelope,
then flowers